What am I supposed to do to get by?
Did I lose everything I need to survive?
'Cause at 4am, when the sweat sets in
Did you get my message? Did it send?
Or did you just get on with your life?
Oh, I'm taking time to think and
I don't think it's fair for us to
Turn around and say goodbye
I have this feeling when I
Finally find the words to say
But I can't tell you if you turn around
And run away, run away
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